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Here's a plan.

Let's skip phase one.

OK.

I went off the pill.

So you just decided you're
going to get pregnant to what,

replace Amir?

Amir can never be replaced.

This is about a new life.

Yeah, that I've got
to protect and raise.

No, both of us, Zane.

That both of us
will raise and love.

It's not just about you.

TRAVIS: Someone leaked
your Reserve Bank robbery,

someone with inside knowledge.

This is Kimberly White.

She's 26 years of age.

She's responsible for
scheduling all their security

staff and all money transfers.

Her relationship with Ryan
Hunter puts him in the gang.

Hunter's ex-Navy.

He served in Iraq.

He's highly trained in
weapons use and explosives.

Police, don't move!

[gunfire]

PATRICIA WRIGHT: Charge him
with the attempted murder

of a police officer
and the murders

of Jason Rizk and Kasim Yasser.

You think this
is done, don't you?

[theme music]

[siren wailing]

Kimberly, you
recognize this man?

It's a 45 caliber
round in the head.

Your boyfriend Hunter
executed both of them.

What's the connection between
these men and your boyfriend?

- Ask Ryan.
- I'm asking you.

We'd like to organize
a meeting between you

and Hunter in jail.

You want me to strap on a
wire to entrap my boyfriend?

Would you do that to your wife?

Yeah, if she was responsible
for killing my mates.

You worked with some of
these guys for two years.

Your boss says you're
quite a close knit group.

Family barbecues, get-togethers.

Look at these photos, Kimberly.

Look at what these
men did to your mates.

Think of their wives,
think of their children.

You've got to
change to help them.

You can help us.
- No.

Only two people knew the
timing and the route that van

was taking-- you and your boss.

Your boss comes up clean.

Pretty well narrows
it down, Kimberly, so we

know you made the tip off.

You did this, Kimberly.

Without your input, none of
this would have happened.

- No!
- Everyone makes mistakes.

You've got to choose
to put things right.

We're giving you that
chance, Kimberly.

If you want this
to go away, tell us

the other people involved.

Sit down!

Sit.

Now, listen, honey.

Your boyfriend Hunter is going
away for 20 years to life.

He's never coming out.

Now, you talk to your lawyer.

He'll tell you that if you
actively help us convict

these men, the
least you'll get is

a sentence reduction, at best
full immunity from prosecution.

My lawyer says
you've got jack shit.

Well, he's not the one
facing 15 years for conspiracy

to murder.

And 15 years is a long time.

You cooperate, it can be halved.

So 15 years or seven,
you do the math.

I'm not afraid of jail.

Seven years, you can
still get out with your tits

pointing north.

15 years?

Well, that pert little ass
will slowly turn to porridge,

your ovaries will
shrivel up like prunes.

When you walk out, no
one will look at you.

No one will employ you.

And all you'll have
to look forward

to is menopause in some
rent-assisted shit house

in [inaudible].

Look in the
mirror, sweetheart.

I want LDs in every room
in her house, and I want

her on 24-hour surveillance.

You got it.

She's loyal.

She's not gonna give up Hunter.

She's a woman in love.

She's delusional.

Wright speaking.

Where?

OK, we'll be on our way.

We've got another body.

Not sure whether we've got a
murder or a straight deceased.

This tire mark on
the left car suggests

she may be run over, but
nothing that says heavy impact.

No glass, paint.

Clothes are intact.

Who found her?

Joel called it in at 5:30 AM.

We've got a name?

No, we can't find any ID.

No personal handbag, nothing.

Crime scene are running
tests on the tread pattern.

She's missing a shoe as well.

This wasn't a hit and run.

She was no pedestrian.

What else we got?

One set of footprints.

They're work boot size 11 or
12 and a man's handkerchief.

So only the one
set of footprints?

Nothing from her?

- No.
- All right.

She didn't die here.

She was dumped here.

The car drove over as he left,
which means somewhere out

there is another crime scene.

We need to find it.

You had a chance to get
that letter of recommendation

for childcare in?

No, I haven't.

Can I ask why not?

Well, I don't
see why you should

get preferential treatment
over other mothers

on the waiting list.
- I really need this.

Yeah, so do lots
of other people.

Got a lead on our Jane Doe.

Girl by the name
Madeleine Birch

was reported missing earlier
this morning by a flatmate.

Says they went out
to a pub, got drunk.

They were hanging out
with, and I quote, a bunch

of rugby jock types,
not their type,

um, bad jokes and polo shirts.

Says that Madeleine
left, got in a taxicab.

That's the last the
flatmate saw of her.

Described the driver as 40s,
Eastern European appearance,

and dark hair.

Mild strangulation marks are
also present around the throat.

Contusions around
the victim's wrists,

mouth, eyes, and genital area.

So we're looking
at a sexual assault?

Possibly.

She had sex prior
to death, rough sex.

Whether that was consensual
is for you to decide.

Stick your neck out, Vince,
and give us your opinion.

I deal in evidence.

How you interpret it is
up to you, superintendent.

You're an expert
in forensic medicine.

You know what?

You're one of the privileged
few who can give an opinion.

So what did she die of?

Asphyxiation.

We found bile in her lungs.

Around the mouth,
there is bruising

and indentation caused by
fingernails pressing sharply.

We also found white
fibers in her mouth.

A piece of material has
been placed in her mouth.

What, like a handkerchief?

Possibly, yes.

The object has triggered
a reflex action,

but with her mouth clamped
tight, she was unable to expel.

She choked on her own vomit.

Until the offender
is apprehended,

we're advising women to exercise
extreme caution while traveling

alone, particularly at night.

We're also requesting
that the taxi driver who

picked up Madeleine Birch
at the Orpheus Nightclub

contact police.

And any member of the public
with relevant information

should contact their
local police station

or call the crime
stoppers number.

Thank you.

You make us all
look good, Patricia.

Just doing my job, sir.

I spoke to a little
bird about your promotion.

Just between you and me and
the big bloke upstairs, it's--

it's looking good.

[phone ringing]

Oliver Troy speaking.

PATRICIA WRIGHT (ON PHONE):
Do you own a polo shirt?

Should I?

Do you?

OLIVER TROY (ON PHONE): No.

Well, in that case, I'm
gonna take you for dinner.

I'm thinking the Boathouse.

Oh, I have to
work late tonight.

Well, delegate.

OLIVER TROY (ON PHONE): You
don't much around, do you?

I'm booking the table
for 8:00, so don't be late.

Do you think she's made us?

I don't care if she has.

Let her sweat.

She doesn't look to me
like the sweating type.

She's in way over her head.

You think so?

Or do you think she's
controlling the affair?

I think she's enjoying it.

TRAVIS: Hunter's
got her on a string.

LIM: Yeah, maybe.

Shouldn't underestimate her.

That's all I'm saying.

[honking]

Sorry, ma'am.

Ma'am, you mind
finding another cab?

There a ring around the corner.

You just cost me
a $50 fare, man.

You'll make it up
pretty quick, I'm sure.

This won't take very long.

What's your name, sir?

Nowitski.

Well, Mr. Nowitski,
I'm sure you're

aware we're conducting random
license and registration

checks in the area.

Yeah, while you're
conducting, we go broke.

Are you licensed to
drive this cab, sir?

Yes.

OK, that looks
nothing like you.

I look better
in the flesh, no?

Can I see your
driver's license, please?

I'm--

Mind if I take a look?

Your driver's license.

Mr. Roman Wisniewski, this
looks much more like you.

Do you mind stepping out
of the cab for me, please?

Look, I admit, I
am using my friend's

license just to make some
money on the side, you know?

Away from the eye
of the taxman--

Step out of the cab, please.

--who likes nothing better
in life but to bust my balls.

Step out of the cab
for me, please, sir.

Come on.

I need to get the cab back.

Couldn't you just
write me a ticket?

Would you prefer doing
this down at the station?

Wis what?

Wis-- yeah, Wisniewski.

You want to spell that for me?

Wisniewski.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know him.

He's a nasty piece of work.

Three years Long Bay for
aggravated sexual assault,

a couple of rape charges
dismissed for lack of evidence.

Bring him down to the station.

Bring him in.

OK, can you tell us where
you were between 1:00 and 3:00

AM this morning.

You ask me about my license.

Anything else, I
don't need to answer.

We contacted the owner
of the cab you drive,

and he confirms you had
a Saturday night shift.

So why you ask me?

You know everything.

Where did your shift take you?

Sydney.

ZANE MALIK: Where in Sydney?

Kings Cross?

Sydney--

Can you be more
specific, please, sir?

Did you go to Botany?

Why you keep asking
me these questions?

Answer the question, please.

I know why.

It's the dead girl.

And I can tell you right now,
I had nothing to do with it.

Well, can you tell us where
you were between 1:00 and 3:00

AM this morning?
- I already told you.

I don't have to answer
these questions.

Only about my taxi license.

And you know why you don't
have your license, don't you?

Because no one wants
a convicted sex

offender driving
their daughter home.

Detective Wright,
why am I not surprised?

You're speaking to a
Detective Superintendent now.

Show some respect.

Superintendent now?

They promote you for what?

Stitching up innocent people?

Oh, no one stitched you up.

Well, the judge and the
12-person jury did not agree,

but that's not enough for you.

Here you are, trying again.

If you want to
clear your name,

tell us where you were
between 1:00 and 3:00.

It's very simple.

Asleep in the cab.

Oh, so you're
telling us that you

were asleep during a
Saturday prime time shift?

Can anyone verify that?

How do I know?

I was asleep.

Get the boys to take him
downstairs and charge him.

With what?

Well, driving under a false
identity would do for a start.

So you tried
this guy for rape?

I put him away for a
minor sexual assault,

but there were other cases
that fell over at committal.

The one decent brief
we get, and the judge

rules his prior
conviction's inadmissible.

Then his barrister
tears the victim's

sexual and psychological
history to shreds on the stand.

So he walked.

Yeah.

Murder doesn't
fit his profile.

Oh, no.
His profile matches.

It's just that this
time he's made sure

that she can't take the stand.

LIM: Just wait here a moment.

[knocking on door]

Boss.

We may have another victim.

A man's just come in, saying
that his girlfriend was

raped by a cabbie a
couple months ago.

OK, bring him in.

Do you want to come in, sir?

Yeah.

Simon, this is Superintendent
Patricia Wright.

Hi.

Take a seat.

I think this rapist
killer is the same bastard

that attacked my girlfriend.

She refuses to talk about it.

All I know is, is Ximena's
normally a fun, happy woman.

And-- and the night she got into
that taxi, everything changed.

I take it that you didn't
report it to the police?

Do you think she'd
agree to talk to me?

We were on the M4
when he asked me if I

could afford the full fare.

I said I could.

He said he had students
running off without paying

and he wanted proof.

I only had 10-- $10, but I
assured him my boyfriend would

cover it at the other end.

The next thing I
knew, he was taking

this exit ramp off the freeway.

I heard the sound of the
central lock clicking.

He pulled up in this
industrial estate.

There was no one around.

He started demanding payment.

I tried to get out,
but he grabbed my arm.

And I screamed, but
there was no one.

He twisted my arm so hard.

And then he pulled out this
knife from under his seat.

And I knew when I looked in his
eyes that I could die there.

And he was calling me
all sorts of names.

And all I could think
was that I would live

or I would die
depending on what I did.

What did you do?

I chose to live.

You did the right thing.

Did I?

Yes, you have to
stand up to this man.

I'm not taking
this any further.

If I go to court
with this, no one

is going to believe my story.

Hi, Mr. Wisniewski.

How are you doing?

What do you want?

We're here to
offer you the chance

to take part in
an identification

parade in relation
to a sexual assault

and murder which took place
in Botany on October the 10th.

There's also another
sexual assault,

which took place in Parramatta
on the 19th of August.

You want to take part?

Do you want to take
part in this ID parade?

Yes or no.

So you can try and
load me up again?

Screw you!

Boss.

Boss, we haven't got a warrant.

Hey!

Boss, even if you find
something, we can't use it!

Where are you going?

Nice place you got.

Now, we need you to
come down to the station

to submit to a DNA test.

You can say no if you want,
but I can get a court order.

You already have
my DNA on file

since that first time
you tried to fit me up.

Oh, it's been lost.

Damn shame.

Looks like we'll have
to take some more.

I didn't kill that girl.

What makes you think I did?

Because you like
to hurt women.

Because you're a sadist.

Because when you
see their fear, you

don't need medical
assistance to get a hard-on.

What the hell's got into you?

I'm just doing my job.

Well, step back, boss.

You're not on the tools anymore.

You know that girl whose
lawyer he got stuck into?

She killed herself.

She was violated all over again
by the criminal justice system.

And he pumps himself
up, so he can

force himself on women while a
young girl lies six feet under.

And this animal was
sexually assaulted at least

a dozen women that I know of.

He does it knowing he
can get away with it.

And he knows he can
get away with it

because he knows that most women
won't go to court to fight it.

And they don't go to court
to fight it because they know

that we have an adversarial
judicial system that

supports the offender.

Well, I thought that
situation had improved.

Well, have you been listening
to anything I've been saying?

Whoa, whoa.

We are on the same side here.

It's just this man.

He thinks he can take
vulnerable women,

force them into sexual
acts, and get away with it.

He thinks he's
immune from justice.

I mean, I can't
guarantee to the victim

that she won't be the one on the
stand, that this $400 a minute

suit won't go into a
full sexual history

or pull out her psych files.

You know, or use
anything to suggest

that she's unstable or a liar.

Well, she has you on her side.

No, I didn't
stop him last time.

Now he's at it again.

Well, you know, next
time I insist on paying.

It gets you, doesn't it,
letting the little woman pay?

It's just I am old fashioned.

Get over it.

OK.

From now on, you
can pay every time.

OK, that's fine.

I told you how
much I like you,

and how I have waited all
day to take you home to bed.

I'll grab something
on the way, shall I?

French.

[grunting]

[phone ringing]

PATRICIA WRIGHT (ON TAPE):
This is Patricia Wright.

Please leave a message.

MAN: Yeah, it's me.

Got the champagne, just
wheel out the glasses.

[knocking on door]

TROY: Patricia, it's me.

Patricia!

Patricia, it's me!

[phone ringing]

PATRICIA WRIGHT (ON TAPE):
This is Patricia Wright.

Please leave a message.

[beep]

TROY (ON PHONE):
Hi, it's me again.

Look, I'm starting
to get worried, Pat.

I came around.

I knocked.

You weren't there.

I mean, if you are,
could you pick up?

OK?

Please.

If you're there, just
pick up the phone.

Hey, sorry I missed you before.

I must have been in the shower.

Yeah, I mean, it's
probably just as well.

I've got a, you know,
early start tomorrow.

Big day, yeah.

Yeah, me too.

OK.

Goodbye.

[beep]

You got anything?

She hasn't left the house.

She's had no visitors.

Anything on the LDs?

Nothing but domestic
craps and [inaudible]..

She make any phone calls?

No, quiet as.

Too quiet.

She's probably tipped to us.

Oh, great.

Little blondie doesn't
know she's a blonde.

Here.

We got something.

You getting this, Lim?

LIM: It's a courier
giving her a package.

Right.

I want you to jam the
courier a block away.

I want to know everything
about that package.

LIM: Got it.

What are you looking at?

What are you looking
at, beautiful boy?

I couldn't organize
any childcare.

Mum and dad are gonna come
and pick him up at 8:00.

Look, I probably
should have told you,

but I'm doing all
this on my own now.

My lady's left.

She reckons I'm
married to the job.

Are you OK?

Oh, you'll have to be very quiet
so Mummy doesn't lose her job,

OK?

[phone ringing]

Hello?

PATRICIA WRIGHT (ON PHONE):
Ximena, it's Patricia Wright.

Look, I need you to
come down to the office

and look at some photos.

XIMENA (ON PHONE) No.

Look, just please hear me out.

I'm not asking you
to give a statement,

just to help us identify
the man that attacked you.

You must have some other
way of pursuing this.

PATRICIA WRIGHT (ON PHONE): No,
you're the only lead we've got.

Come on, please.

Just help us get this
bastard off the streets.

OK.

Just photos.

Thank you.

He has a brand
new mobile phone.

The courier says that she
opened it in front of her.

Said she seemed
surprise to get it.

Who sent it?
LIM: Doesn't know.

It wasn't an official booking.

Says some guy flagged
her down in the city,

gave her $50 to deliver
it to Kimberly's address.

Did you get a description?

LIM: Yup.

6'0, 6'2, mid-30s, maybe 40.

Anglo, brown hair.

That's all she can remember.

Thanks.

Trying to get
a message to her.

Yeah, we're not
gonna hear shit either.

The phone's going to be
unregistered and untraceable.

Thanks for coming in.

We're still
collating the photos,

so can I get you a coffee?

Water.

Thanks.

Thought you were
on surveillance.

I wanted to be here
for the federal ID.

Remind me again how we're
linking Roman to this murder.

Well, you've seen
his list of priors.

We still don't have
any physical evidence.

Yeah, well, we'll find some.

It was a big night last night.

Not an issue for you muzzies.

Maybe I should convert.

Shit.

Malik, can you cover for me?

- You OK?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

I've just got Ximena waiting.

She's in a bit of a state.

Thanks.

Hey, Colonel.

Detective.

Pat's just tied up with
a phone call at the moment.

She could be a while.

Can I take a message?

Can you take a look at
these photos, please?

Tell me if there's
anyone you recognize.

Do you recognize anyone?

Ximena?

Number six.

ZANE MALIK: You're
absolutely sure?

Can you take another look?

Because I know it's hard.

I need you to look properly.

I need you to be sure.

It was him.

Ximena, you can't go yet.

That was the deal.

Ximena, without
your evidence--

I told you, no statement.

Yes, but without it we don't
have enough to charge him.

You've got to.

Look, it'll just be you,
me, and the tape recorder.

That's it.

You know better
than anybody what will

happen if it goes to trial.

No one will believe my story.

No, your story's compelling.

People will believe you.

That I went down on him?

Would you go to court with that?
- Oh, come on.

He had a knife.
You had no choice.

I asked you a question.

If I felt that I had enough
evidence that could convict,

and that evidence would save
other women, then yes, I would.

Good for you.

Ximena, what have
you got to lose?

Look, I had a go at
telling the truth to somebody

who said that he loved me.

Let's say there
was no resistance

with me packing my bags.

Ximena, if you change
your mind, call me.

Suspect heading towards
Malabar along ANZAC Parade.

Right.
She's on her way to the jail.

She's going to see Hunter.

She's got a message for him.

So the phone was for getting
a message to Hunter through.

Usually this area's
jammed with cameras.

He's right.
Then get on with the jail.

See if we can get some footage.

She's pulled into
the visitors car park.

What do you want me to do?

TRAVIS (ON PHONE):
Just park and wait.

OK.

[shutter clicking]

Yeah, Detective Constable
Lim here for major crime--

This is Detective
Sergeant Travis.

Look, we need to monitor a
conversation between an inmate

you've got there, Ryan
Hunter, and his girlfriend

Kimberly White.

We believe she's on
her way there now.

We'd love to get
whatever footage

you can get from that meeting.

Great.

Yes, bye.

Koa, I need you to
organize a search and arrest

warrant for Roman Wisniewski.

What's going on?

Are you going to
bring this guy in?

What, you got a
problem with that?

We got nothing on the bloke.

Look, I can't keep letting
him off the streets, Malik.

People are at risk.

There's nothing that connects
him, boss, to Madeleine.

You've got no
evidence, no witness.

Well, the taxi driver that
Madeleine got into the car with

was described as
being dark, European.

There's nothing
to connect him.

Yeah, well, find it.

What are you gonna
arrest him for?

For the Ximena rape.

Even there, you've got
no physical evidence,

no victim statement.

No, we've got her
picking him out on tape.

Now, that counts for something.

That's not enough.

Do it.

What?

The more you
push this, the more

you jeopardize what we can do.

[siren wailing]

What are you arresting me for?

Come on?

What's the charge?

If he keeps
resisting, cuff him!

So what are we
looking for, boss?

I've already told
you, a knife for starts,

silvery knife, four inches.

Hang on, hang on,
hang on, hang on.

I don't understand.

What case are we following here?

Both!

Boss, boss, come see this.

He's got porn in every room.

He's got like 200 magazines.

He's got-- he's
got boxes of DVDs.

I mean, he keeps it all.

He keeps this shit.

Did you find any
knives outside?

Rusty fishing knives.

Nothing that's been used
as a weapon, though.

OK, balaclavas?

No.

All right, keep looking.

Balaclavas?

Boss, no one's
mentioned balaclavas.

What are you talking about?

We don't know what
this man's MO is, OK?

But what we do know is
that he drives a cab.

He rapes women.

Ximena has positively
identified him.

Mr. Wisniewski,
you've been picked

from a photo
identification parade

as the person
accused of sexually

assaulting one Ximena da Silva
in a taxicab on August 19

of this year.

What do you have
to say about that?

This is why you
brought me here?

Do you or do you not recall
picking up Ximena da Silva

in your cab on August the 19th?

I don't know names.

You tell me where.

You picked her up
on the university

grounds at MacArthur.

Yeah, I remember.

The student.

She had some South
American blood.

She was a hot one.

So tell me what happened.

Your version.

I picked up this girl.

She wanted to go
to the university.

It's a long, long campfire.

60, maybe 70 bucks.

She looks like she doesn't
have the money to pay.

I asked her if
she's got the money,

and she said no, she doesn't.

But she asked me if there was
some other way she could pay.

[clicks tongue]

Eh?

Yeah.

I'm a red-blooded man.

What am I to do?

So what happened?

I pulled off the
freeway in a quiet spot.

She took me in her mouth.

Happens all the time.

Girls today, they don't care.

Smart.

He's not denying that
he had her in the car.

He's making this
all about consent.

PATRICIA WRIGHT: Well, it's
been told to me that you used

a knife to physically
threaten the woman to force

her into having sex with you.

What knife?

Show me that knife.

There was no knife.

Just a silly girl who
couldn't pay her fair.

You may have got
away with this once,

but I'm not gonna
let it happen again.

I won't let it.

Because I'm gonna
see you back in jail.

Suspect heading
into central station.

[phone ringing]

Hey, Mom.

Everything OK?

Yeah, well, he's a baby, Mum.

That's what they do, remember?

Well, throw him in the car
and take him for a ride

around the block or something.

All right, well, if he
doesn't want to sleep,

he doesn't want to sleep.

Jesus, Mum, just
forget about it.

Why is this so bloody difficult?

It's not like you didn't
have five kids of your own.

All right, whatever you decide
to do is gonna be fine, OK?

Just-- just-- I've got to go.

PATRICIA WRIGHT: You lost her.

This was our only lead in the
robbery case, and you lost her.

Kimberly wanted to get lost.

Well, she certainly picked
the right officer to try it on,

didn't she?

Callas, get a parse order
out on all international ports

and liaise with the banks.

See when and if she's
accessing the ATMs or credit.

Yeah, got the footage.

Looks like a girl on her
wedding day, doesn't she?

We'll get a lip
reader to go over this.

I want to know exactly
what she's saying.

Sir, the custody
sergeant from city central

are the phone, wanting to know
what we're doing with Roman.

Well, I've got another hour
before I need to let him go.

If I need him longer, I'll
apply for a detention warrant.

What's the point?

Well, it'll give us
another eight hours.

Is there something
I don't know about?

An interstate truckie
thinks he witnessed

the attack on Madeleine.

The truckie said
he just picked up

a load from this container
terminal over here.

He was driving past when
we saw a taxi parked here

with his lights turned off.

Thought the cabbie was in
trouble and slowed down.

He said his headlights
picked up a man leaning

into the back door of the taxi
with what seemed to be a woman

sitting in the back seat.

As soon as the cabbie
realized that the truckie

was slowing down, he jumped
back in his car and sped off.

The truckie get a look at him?

No, he said the man kept
his face away from him.

He was middle aged, solid build.

Recognize the cab company?

Black & Red.

It's the same as Roman's.

They found something.

It's Madeleine's shoe.

Right, looks like we found
the primary crime scene.

I want every rock,
every blade of grass

searched and molds taken
of every tire track.

Come on, boss.

Forensics found no
evidence in Roman's cab.

Then he must have had
access to another cab.

We find that cab and the
evidence will link him to this.

We have to check
all your cabs.

You're kidding me.

I've got over 50 cabs on
the road all over Sydney.

Even if I wanted
to, I couldn't--

I don't care what
you have to do, OK?

Mate, you can kick up
a stink all you want,

but these guys aren't gonna
come back until they've

finished their shift.

Tell me, what happens
if a cab comes back dirty?

The cars have to
come back clean.

That's the rule.

If they don't, we
fine the driver.

We take it out of his pay.

They soon wise up.

OK, well, do you keep a
record of that somewhere?

All on the computer.

Any cabs come back
dirty Sunday morning?

Nine or 10.

Any with vomit in them?

Yeah, one.

We charged the driver for it.

Which driver?

I'll have to check.

- John Klima.
- What's going on?

Police.

We have a warrant to
search these premises.

That's your copy.

You're not allowed to
interfere with the execution

of the warrant.
It's all there.

Hey, hey!

What are you
doing in my house?

Police, madam.

We have a warrant to
search this premises.

You must have
made some mistake.

Malik, just found
these in his drawer.

Father's Day.
I bought them for him.

So what?

It's a pack of three.

Where's the other one?

- Must've lost it.
- When did you do that?

I'll need your
boots, too, please.

John Klima, I'm arresting
you in relation to the murder

of Madeleine Birch.

WOMAN: Arrest my arse!

You're not obliged
say anything,

but you're advised anything
you do say may be recorded

and later used in evidence.

Do you understand?

It's nothing.

They must have got
the wrong bloke.

I'll be back for tea.

Come on.

When you match the tires in
that taxi, I want to know, OK?

Huh?

What do you mean,
you still got Roman?

PATRICIA WRIGHT (ON
PHONE): I'm applying

for a detention warrant.
- No, no, no.

This is crazy, boss.

There's nothing even
linking him to the offense.

Everything adds up to this
Klima bloke being our boy.

You haven't even
interviewed Klima yet.

ZANE MALIK: But you
got nothing on Roman!

Boss, you got to let him go.

PATRICIA WRIGHT (ON PHONE):
Don't tell me my job, Malik.

I'm not.

I'm trying to cover
your ass, remember.

You should get
that light fixed.

So John, as I
mentioned earlier,

we're investigating the
murder of Madeleine Birch,

whose body was found dumped
at Port Botany early on Sunday

morning.

OK.

It wasn't me.

Well, were you driving
a cab that night?

You know I was.

ZANE MALIK: OK, at
the scene, we found

shoe prints that appear to match
the soles of your work boots.

Any idea how that got there?

Plenty of blokes wear
the same boots as me.

OK.

Also, at that scene we
found tire tread patterns

that forensic examiners
have matched to the cab

you drove that night.

Is there anything you
want to say about that?

That same tire pattern
was later discovered

on the leg of the deceased.

We also have a
witness report that

says a cab matching
the description

of the one you drove was
seen parked at 357 Portside.

Later we found a
hankie that matches

ones taken from your house.

And we believe once
tests are carried out,

that handkerchief will contain
your DNA and traces of vomit

from the dead girl.

Do you care to comment
on any of that?

She fell asleep in the cab.

ZANE MALIK: OK, you want to
talk us through what happened?

She was pretty.

Her dress was up her thigh.

She was out of it.

So I thought she
won't even remember.

And that's when
you drove to Botany.

What happened then?

JOHN KLIMA: I pushed
her back on her seat,

and I pulled down my pants.

And I, you know.

I gave her one.

Then she woke up and
started screaming.

I wanted her to stop.

I put my hankie
in her mouth and--

I didn't mean to kill her.

I--

Sorry, folks.

Unless you're gonna charge
him, I have to let him go.

Can you give us a minute?

Sure.

Look This Klima bloke's
DNA may not be on the hankie.

Boss, we've got the
tire tread pattern.

We've got his boots.

We've even got his confession.

We don't know that
Roman wasn't involved.

Maybe they worked
on this together.

No, no, no, no, Boss.
It's over.

We've got to let him go.

Unless you've got some
other evidence to hold

him that I don't know about.

So are you gonna tell me
what the hell's going on?

Just shut up and
pull over here.

It's obviously personal,
but if you've got trouble

with anything, just tell me.

Just wait here, OK?

You spineless piece of shit.

You called her your
delicate little rose,

and then you kicked
her out the door.

I did not kick her out.
She left.

Oh, but did you go after her?
No, you didn't.

Why not?

Because you couldn't
cope, could you?

She wouldn't let me near her.

You know why she
wouldn't let you near her?

Because she felt
judged and ashamed!

What, judged?

Yes, she did what
she did to survive.

What, would you rather that
she'd been beaten to death?

Huh?

That we found her
dead in a gutter?

You look at me!
- No, no.

Huh?

The rapist had a knife.

She was forced to perform
oral sex at knife point,

and that is what you
can't cope with, that she

sucked another man's dick.

And that is why the
rapist gets away with it.

You look at me!

That is why the rapist
gets away with it,

because he knows the law will
question her, just like you.

It was my job to protect
her, and I couldn't!

You didn't need
to protect her!

You just needed to
understand she was in pain!

Actually, you were the one
that needed to be protected.

Ximena knew that.

Why didn't you
think she told you?

Because she-- she knew
you couldn't cope.

You were the one--
don't you touch me!

Give me the keys.
Know what?

You are hopeless.

You all are.

Unless it's about you!

Unless it's always
about you, how

much you control
everything, you kill

everything, fuck everything!

Sorry about that.

Go find your girl, Simon.

Sort it out.

Boss!

Boss!

[knocking on door]

Boss, let me in.

Come on, open up.

I know you're in there.

Piss off, Malik.

ZANE MALIK: Someone hurt you?

Boss?

I said, go away.

ZANE MALIK: Was it Oliver Troy?

No.

Boss, was it--

Don't keep asking
me questions, Malik.

I don't think I'm
ready for them yet.

Can I come in?

No, I just--

[sighs] I just want to sit
with things here for a while.

Yeah.

I want to sit with you
for a little while, too.

[theme music]

You know, I am sorry that you
don't agree with the way I'm

dealing with this.

OK, why do you
think Sam's involved?

There was blood on his
shirt when he came home.

He really needs
to be our target.

Just say what you
did, you coward!

You'll stuff up
your career over Sam,

you're no good to anyone.

Put your hands over your head.

Get down on the ground!

You want to be a free
man, I suggest you walk

away now before it's too late.

Listen to him, my son.

Give you a chance
at a better life.